Ch.224224. Let’s Share Love at Sea

“When I see you like this, you’re quite the sly fox.”

“…Me, a sly fox? How so?”

When I played dumb, Hwa Nabi snickered.

It seems she’s read my inner thoughts halfway—no, almost completely. Judging by her lack of further comment, she appears willing to let it slide.

“Well, that’s fine. I already knew you only liked me anyway.”

“So you knew all along and were just testing me…”

“But between them and me, who’s sexier?”

Thanks to Hwa Nabi’s question cutting off my words, everything I was about to ask flew out the window. Before responding, I carefully observed her expression.

I see her half-lidded eyes, impossible to read.

‘Answer.’

‘….’

My gaze naturally drifted downward. Though currently covered by a mesh t-shirt, I know exactly what enormous volume lies beneath. And that’s not all. Beyond her chest, the curve of her waist below her navel is exceptionally beautiful. To put it more explicitly, she has the kind of hips that make you want to embrace her without thinking.

A smooth, beautiful upper body that any man would find attractive, plus those long, slender thighs and calves below.

Sitting on my lap, there isn’t a single part of her that isn’t feminine, making it difficult to express in words. With Hwa Nabi before me, I have only one possible answer.

“You, of course.”

“Hmm, your answer seemed a bit delayed.”

“Well, I needed to make a thorough comparison.”

“That sounds like you’ve been examining them as thoroughly as me.”

“No, that’s not what I meant… you know that.”

“Hmph, I don’t know.”

She’s doing this again when she clearly knows. I wrapped my arm around the waist of Hwa Nabi, who was being mischievous for no reason. As I leaned in to kiss her lips, she gently held my shoulders to stop me.

“Siwoo, wait. You’ll get sunscreen on your shirt.”

“Ah.”

She was right, so I abruptly stopped. But not being able to touch her because of sunscreen is like torture. What should I do? I really want to just kiss her regardless of the sunscreen.

Sensing my thoughts, Hwa Nabi smiled slightly and patted my head. The gesture was like soothing an obedient puppy.

“Hold on. This will work.”

What was she planning? Just as I wondered, Hwa Nabi grabbed the hem of her cover-up t-shirt and pulled it off. Underneath was none other than her bikini. Though it was a solid-colored swimsuit without fancy patterns, somehow it looked even prettier to my eyes.

Maybe it’s because of the smooth sheen that looks like water would bead up and roll off. It also feels somewhat more provocative.

It looks like it would give way with a soft push of a finger. As I unconsciously imagined this, Hwa Nabi, who was gently stroking my head, chuckled.

“At this rate, my husband’s going to start drooling.”

“Huh? What?”

I quickly licked my lips and pretended nothing happened. Without realizing it, I had been staring at her entire body for quite some time. This must be due to the tremendous appeal of Hwa Nabi in her bikini.

As a man, it’s impossible to look away from such a sight. Anyone who could would be one of two things: either uninterested in women or blind.

With that self-justification, I examined Hwa Nabi’s outfit again. Hips, navel, chest, nape—a highly revealing bikini with hardly anything properly covered.

Really, it’s fortunate no one else is around. If others saw Hwa Nabi like this, I’d probably be too anxious to sleep properly.

“…Why are you so beautiful?”

“The bikini, or me?”

“Both. But you a bit more.”

“Just with words?”

No, not just with words. Words alone aren’t enough. Since words are conveyed through the mouth, they inevitably lose some sincerity.

Then there’s only one option left. To convey exactly what I’m feeling, I embraced Hwa Nabi’s waist and gently kissed her lips.

“…”

But wait, isn’t a kiss also conveyed through the lips? Then words and kisses are the same thing.

…Ah, who cares. My earlier thoughts were half excuses anyway. My real purpose was simply to kiss Hwa Nabi and share affection, so nothing else matters.

Clearing away distracting thoughts, I focused on tasting her lips. To be even closer, I held her tightly with my arms, gently patting her back while kissing her.

“Mmm, wait a moment…”

“…Why?”

“This position is a bit uncomfortable.”

I loosened my arms slightly. Hwa Nabi squirmed on my lap, then changed her position to lightly press her thighs against mine before hugging my torso.

Quite coincidentally, this made our eye levels almost the same. We gazed intently into each other’s eyes before bringing our faces closer and kissing again.

In the quiet beach where only the occasional sound of waves and the subtle mixing of our breaths could be heard, we held each other tightly, as if leaving marks of possession, and kissed for a long time.

“…Mmm, haa.”

We had been kissing for so long that time seemed to flow slowly. After tasting my lips for an incredibly long time, Hwa Nabi pulled away momentarily.

Judging by her heavy breathing, she must have been so focused on the kiss that she forgot to breathe, but still feeling unsatisfied, I gave her no time to catch her breath before pressing my lips to hers again.

“Haa… huu.”

And so another long, sticky kiss continued. Not wanting to separate from Hwa Nabi, I kept holding her body close.

Don’t go anywhere, stay by my side.

As I patted her back with that sincere feeling, Hwa Nabi seemed to understand my heart and smiled slightly while our lips remained connected.

‘Really, you’re so persistent.’

‘I don’t mind being persistent. Just stay by my side.’

‘You’re all talk.’

As if trying to catch her breath, Hwa Nabi’s rough breathing tickled my face. But that breath felt like a new stimulation that secretly felt good. Looking at myself like this, I really am a strange guy.

I can’t deny what Hwa Nabi once told me: “Siwoo, when I look at you, you seem like a bit of a pervert.”

But what does it matter? While I’m holding my woman and kissing her, such trivial things don’t matter. The most important thing now is how to make Hwa Nabi and me happy.

‘Siwoo.’

‘Yes?’

‘Aren’t you getting too excited? Your breathing is rough, what should we do about it?’

‘….’

For that, I first need to melt away this teasing Hwa Nabi.

I slightly lowered my right arm that was embracing her and placed it at her waist. Then I spread my palm wide, grabbed firmly, and squeezed.

“…Ah, mmm!”

Unable to withstand the stimulation, Hwa Nabi let out an aroused moan. Her face instantly turned red, and she opened her half-closed eyes wide to glare at me, but it was too late to do anything about what had already been touched.

‘Siwoo, what are you doing…?’

‘Ah, sorry. I was so excited I thought this was your butt.’

‘That’s not what I meant! Besides, I never gave you permission to touch my butt…’

“…yo!”

The last syllable was spoken aloud. After her short exclamation, Hwa Nabi reached into my armpit and began wiggling her fingers.

It was more like tickling than touching, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, you’re touching my armpit again?”

“Why? You touched my waist too.”

Ah, so that’s how it is? If that’s the case, things change. If you’re going to be combative, I’ll have to respond in kind.

I lowered my arm from her waist and placed my palm on Hwa Nabi’s butt. Noticing this, she flinched in surprise and quickly moved her hand to place her fingers on my abdomen.

“Trading butt for stomach?”

“Yes. Your stomach is sensitive, right? It’s where you feel things well.”

Well, to be honest, below the abdomen is more sensitive. But that’s not just me—all men are like that—so there’s no need to mention it.

Anyway, so that’s why Hwa Nabi always fiddles with my abs when we get intimate. Learning something new. But the problem is, that’s not my weak spot.

“Is that so? Then touch all you want. I’ll touch you too.”

No further conversation is necessary. After saying that briefly, I pressed my lips against hers while gently massaging Hwa Nabi’s butt.

‘You talk like you’re about to pounce on me.’

‘Why, want me to be rough?’

‘Sure, go ahead. I’m curious to see your rough side.’

‘You’ll regret it.’

Despite my words, I handled her very gently and carefully. If I were truly rough as threatened, I’d obviously end up being resented.

I continued kissing her as tenderly as possible while stroking her smooth back. Hwa Nabi’s skin is so fine that the sensation of touching and feeling it is extremely pleasant.

‘…This is why I like you, Siwoo.’

Smiling softly, she gently traced my abs. After caressing my body with movements as careful as mine for a while, Hwa Nabi lightly tapped my shoulder—our private signal to separate for a moment.

“What is it?”

“Something keeps touching me from below your stomach.”

She was glancing at my swimsuit. I had nothing to say and averted my gaze slightly.

If I had to make an excuse, this is just a physiological response, nothing more, nothing less. It’s natural for men to react this way during intimate contact with women.

As I tried to shift my hips back in embarrassment, Hwa Nabi gave a playful smile and moved closer.

“Why are you running away?”

“…You said it was touching you.”

“I said it was touching me, but I never told you to back away.”

“…”

I don’t know what tune she wants me to dance to. Hwa Nabi got off my thighs and lay down on the picnic mat. Then she turned her head to look at me.

“Heh, I’m just teasing. Let’s do something else while you calm down.”

“Something else?”

Hwa Nabi’s gaze moved to the right. I looked in that direction too.

There sat the sunscreen bottle we had left unfinished.

“You’ve already applied yours, so it’s my turn now, right?”

“…”

I don’t think this is going to help me calm down at all.